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It's a land many doubt and never want to have.  But a couple takes on the cheap

-challenge.  And embraces and employs their personal-promise, potential and pretense.  To find success in, through and about-farming, lands, conditions and commitment that may change things...  Read "Bottom Land".

You could feel it, even when your house was shut tight. The master of all things, didn't want to be uninvited to the homage of logging, he just spread your walls and came in whether asked or not. But in lower areas, they blew less sporadic, just temperate when it lowered temperatures. Then the frosty chill put you into a thrill of determined iciness, that fragrant lone point to send the freeze into you framework. When night came she either brought with her the calm of darkness, or the disharmony and disappointing homage of her spirit or her hatred for solidarity... The Missouri lands were all set and settled by watersheds, rivers back-waters and repugnant that settlers came and developed. An especial sequestered that projected and prevailed to be accorded and adopted. The soils pressed into farmland and further driven by floods, over-top and transition that were then plotted and prescribed to a rural... Thus, those territories were assimilated and redeemed across country and county.   As land was set and situated for forging and formation With the move west came more UN-tether explorers and farmers, there was objective and occurring, professed and provoked. …Each being inspired by the expansion over and above dreams and directness. The depiction of hopes and hardiness, assailed and exonerated, destined and was dependent. …An idealizing-resounding that man drove the incurring-details trying to adapt and incur. Missouri became the back-water assimilation, before and after westward-expansion... …An inspiring-intonation to provisions but no-less a place of start-out and essentially, impression. The entire state was worth passing through; and recognizably, localized... …As a passage-point of emerging, not a point of appreciation. The oxen, mules and donkeys were used to engage the defective-property of clay, rock and dirt...   As the lands west of the Mississippi, were ultimately, basic and not rich you had to be desperate. And many came to be self-deliberate in their ideas of life and liberty. Generations came and generations went, but a certain few stood it out. That there was a certain bid of boldness, strength and frivolousness that made a bottom-lander. Missouri was a state of drained wetlands, places of rock formations, meandering waterways and deep-caverns of driving canals. But along with driven soil-river flushes there was a certain sense of dirt-hunger that fed novelty, in a self-ascending way.   Dirt was a way of molding the mind, giving a sense of sowing spirituality that waned ever so often. That in drought season served to allow leeway and in wet seasons fed crops or drowned them. But if you found it gratifying or lucrative to withstand all this your could perhaps reside here. They lived up North in the state. Where fishing, hunting, trapping and logging could be effectively, done. He believed it was a place deriving, a place where one had some activity to do. And when the winds blew up North they tended to bring sustenance in some interesting ways. So once you staked your claim, you could absorb fault and fears and gain some gratification.